Too many chiefs ... so few Indians

Not too sure who's more impugned

Is it the one who does all the work

Or is it some others who feel perked



When they see the words in pieces

And then decide they control leases

On your life, and the way you impart

So many good thoughts thru your art



So much of this work comes from heart

Whether it's to do with goodness or part

To do with love enjoyed, and then lost

So much is sparked with all of life's gloss



Who's to say there needs to be a limit?

Provided it's done with good taste in it

Then writing words which relate passion 

Is no less joy than revealing other fashions



There is so much out there yet to unwrap

If it's done well, there'll always be a tap

For life has a way of opening more doors

As long as what you do always gives more



So bear it in mind then as you do pursue

This choice you make to end it, or undo

Weigh in the balance the overall good

These words do provide, without wood



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

10:45am Sat. Jan. 10th, 98